Prologue
My head was pounding. This isn't even possible. Not logical. I mean really, how much sense does that make? I go to the grocery store, and apparently I'm missing? Lost? Yeah, sure. Society expects me to believe that…that my "parents" aren't really my rightful guardians?
My conscience tried to give a reasonable, common-sense-in-mind solution. Maybe its not you. So she looks kinda similar. This is not something you should be worked up about. Just find a way to calm down and relax. This girl doesn't even look like you did when you were her age. Which is what, 3, maybe? It doesn't matter.
I tried to listen and refrain from screaming. I probably already looked like an idiot, standing at the Missing Children center of the local grocery store, gawking at a picture of someone who I thought was myself. But how could any part of my being be saying that? Oh, it doesn't matter! So what if she looks a LOT like you, and shares your name? The picture that is supposed to show you what you look like when you're older even kinda looks like me! How can I still think that everything I've ever been told isn't a lie? Am I also one of twenty kids? Am I some special "chosen one" in another universe? I can't even bear to think about what my God-given name is.
Now, those of you reading this probably think I am either: A. Delusional, B. Partially (or completely) insane, or C. Both. For those who even care, I wouldn't blame any of you if you even thought D. Have Just Come Out of a Coma and Can't Even Remember how to spell "a". Just so you all are aware, I am not A, B, C or D (thank God for that). I actually was semi-normal just a couple days ago before the world told me that practically everything I know is a lie. A normal human being, or as close to that as I could pass for.
"Rebecca? Can we go now? We promised Mommy we would make breakfast! We have to leave now!" my brother Cody said, pulling on my shirt.
Cody had to drag me to our car and put the keys in the ignition so we could return home. If he hadn't, not only would I have looked stupid, but we wouldn't have made it home.